The smoke and rain that filled the city became more and more hazy, and the rain had soaked his snow-white clothes. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

But he looked at the spring rain in front of the building like a dream, and let the rain fall on his cloud-like black hair.

At the end of the vermilion fence is a simple and elegant pavilion, in which the stone table and stone bench have also been wet by the rain, and there is a pot of wine on the stone table.

But he didn't seem to care, his slender fingers picked up the pot of wine, filled the glass, and drank it with his neck tilted, perhaps because he was in a hurry, he coughed violently, and his body couldn't stop rising and falling, and his face flushed with a blush.

He seems to be too painful, too lonely, there is an indescribable worry between the young eyebrows, he should be in the Chaohua years, but he doesn't know what he is suffering?

He was not a sentimental man, his eyebrows were clear, his eyes were as clear as calm water, and she was the only one who could darken his ocean-deep eyes.

But his dark eyes finally lit up, and she still came.

She walked lightly, smiled like a flower, was also dressed in snow-white clothes, and held an oilcloth umbrella embroidered with red plum slantedly, and even the air seemed to be filled with the fragrance of plum blossoms.

Her clothes were not luxurious, but they were the simplest, plain white. Her countenance was not flawless, but she stood there, and in an instant the smoke and rain had stopped, and the flowers had lost their color.

She sat gently next to the man in white, slowly rolled up her sleeves and wiped the raindrops on his forehead, like a gentle and warm spring breeze.

He bit his lip and wanted to say something, but he didn't want to say anything. Although he did not speak, his eyes conveyed everything for him.

The corners of his mouth moved slightly, after all, he had thought about what to say, and before he could speak, he was covered by her sleeve, and he could only hear her say softly: "Are you tired of waiting?"

He smiled and shook his head, then froze, she had taken his hand.

I saw her unload the wine jug from her hand, put it on the stone case, and sighed slowly: "I know that a person will never stay in the rain for too long unless he has too many sad things. He only felt as if his heart had been struck by a bell hammer, and his whole body suddenly stopped, only to hear her say again: "I also know that if a person does not miss him too much, he will never drink so quickly and so quickly." ”

didn't expect to be punctured by such a simple matter, so he had to reluctantly smile: "Yes." His answer was only two words, but it undoubtedly acknowledged everything.

If it's not you, why be lovesick.

If it weren't for you, why bother.

But there was silence for a while, and she actually filled the remaining half pot of wine into the wine glass, and drank it with his head tilted up, and he was as proud as a man.

He couldn't help but exclaim, "Why are you doing this?" She didn't say anything, but sighed softly: "Won't your head hurt if you drink this wine?"

Seeing her so naughty, he couldn't help but laugh and said: "If you drink more, of course your head will hurt, and if you drink a few glasses, your head will not only hurt, but you will become a lot more sober." "He doesn't drink a lot, but he's still a good drinker.

She suddenly laughed, even a little sly, and said, "You are wrong, no matter how much or how little wine you drink, your head will always hurt." ”

Perhaps he was too happy to see her, and he didn't notice her almost weird smile, but just answered her and said, "Then how can my head not hurt?" With that, he took the flask from her, filled it, and drank another glass.

This wine was colder than usual, he only felt a chill in his chest, and when he looked down, he saw that a silver-white snow-bright long sword had sunk into his chest, and he recognized this sword.

This is exactly the seven-star dragon yuan sword that he has used for seventeen years to accompany him from undefeated! Looking at her again, I saw her say in a cold voice: "Do you know the way to not have a headache now?" She drew her sword, the blood was like an infusion, he couldn't support it anymore, he couldn't hold it anymore, he couldn't stop coughing on the bluestone slab, and his snow-white clothes were also dyed bright red, and the blood spread out, staining the bluestone slab road red. He wanted to shout, but he couldn't make a sound, and even his vision was blurred...